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“Where did you do it?”
“Why?”
“Where, Simon?”
Tilting my head to the side, I screw up my face and sit in a chair opposite him. The bag of clothing rustles as I drop it beside me.
“There’s an abandoned warehouse out in the boonies. I did it there.”
“I’ll need the address. What’s in the bag?”
Looking down at the bag, I say, “I forgot to dump my clothes. I was distracted. Didn’t want to leave them in the car so…” I let my voice trail off.
“What are you going to do with them?”
Shrugging, I look up at him. “Burn them? Put them in a dumpster? I don’t know.”
“Leave them with me. I’ll dispose of them.”
Nodding, I stand and put them on his desk. “I’m tired.”
Stonewall slides a notepad toward me and puts a pen on top of it. “Write down the address.”
I do as I’m told, then stare at him.
“Go home, Simon. Get some sleep, then come find me.”
Simon
The light of a new day slowly wakes me up. I could’ve sworn I’d pulled the curtains, but in my drained state, I must not have. Rolling onto my side, I open my eyes, and sitting in a chair, watching me, is Amelia. My body jerks, and I sit bolt upright.
“Do you know you snore and drool?” she asks as she crosses her arms, doing her best to look bored.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“The dean told me to keep an eye on you.” Amelia looks around the room. “This seemed to be the easiest way to do it.”
“By breaking into my room?”
“You didn’t care, you were asleep. I even opened your curtains, and you didn’t stir. Do you have any idea what time it is?” she asks, eyebrows raised.
“Get the fuck out,” I growl.
Amelia sighs and stands. “Can’t do that. I’m supposed to walk you to the dean’s office. What did you do, anyway?”
“Nothing.”
Amelia laughs. It sounds as fake as she looks—long, straight dark hair which is probably extensions, acrylic nails, false eyelashes, and enough makeup to cover any imperfections. Not that she probably has any, I’m sure her plastic surgeon is kept busy. Her enhanced breasts strain against the thin fabric of her silk blouse. Amelia catches me looking and smiles at me, showing her perfect white teeth.
“You like?”
“I don’t like plastic.”
The fake laugh returns. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Come on, Si, time to see the dean.”
“It’s Simon. Get out while I get dressed.”
“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
